[14] years
At the East End
by Edward C. Patterson
After dinner we walk to the East End,
Where the houses are quaint and very gay.
Rainbow flags flutter in the wind,
And the collages are wreathed with Summer flowers.
And as we walk we talk,
Of this and that, important things,
Like checkbooks and recipes,
And so-and-so said this, and did-you-see whatever,
And the movies of childhood,
And sisters and mothers,
And coming out and heritage,
And tricks in the navy yard,
And naked men dancing on bars in DC,
And all the things we are and will be,
And last year’s hotel and next year’s hotel,
And finally a word on the panorama of the sea,
Which finally overcomes us three,
Friends who know we are family,
Who know little else but each other,
And of walking and talking ’till time’s tide ebbs.
August 29, 1992
Pier Photo: © Christopher de la Torre 2006
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Edward C. Patterson